Girls who are deliberately seeking husbands think love may be won by
artifice. Not until well on in years do

Women know that, by men, love and artifice are considered mortal foes.

To win him a wife by artifice would be to a man a thing impossible and
abhorrent: yet

To win her a husband by artifice is to a woman a thing quite natural.
But

When (if ever) the man discovers that he was won by artifice, there are
apt to be several bad quarters of an hour. For, when all is said and
done,

The man, free and easy, thoughtless and untrammeled, knowing he may pick
and choose, never chooses till--till--there comes the woman he thinks
he wants. Then he says point blank he wants her.
Should it ever be revealed to him that his Want was the result of her
Artifice, a very different complexion is put upon that Want. On the
other hand,

The woman, deprived of the power of choice, trammeled by convention,
bound to wait till asked for, quite naturally resorts to artifice. And
yet, curiously enough, and a thing incomprehensible by man,

A man whom a woman has won by sheer artifice, she can love to the end of
her life. But, after all,